Avery’s POV
The director’s office felt colder than usual as I sat across from him, every fiber of my being on high alert. He hadn’t spoken yet, but the look in his eyes…a mixture of unease and determination made my stomach tighten.
He cleared his throat, folding his hands on the desk. “Avery, I called you in because we have a problem.”
I kept my face neutral, though his serious tone made my heart race. “I’m listening.”
“There’s been a disturbing trend lately,” he began, his voice low. “We’ve had a significant increase in wolves being brought to the hospital. But their injuries, they’re not consistent with anything we’ve seen before. They’re not from rogues, not from other wolves.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, leaning forward slightly. I couldn't even give me a befiting response even t
